Jimmy walked in, took out his badge, and asked a senior officer inside if he could view the village's surveillance. However, the surveillance here had broken a long time ago and was never repaired since it wasn't needed. This small village was very safe, and the road wasn't a main traffic route, so after the cameras were initially installed, they were left unchecked, and when they broke, they were just left that way.
Well, that was understandable. The surveillance camera was probably for show and had fulfilled its historical mission.
Jimmy thanked him and turned to leave the police station.
Standing outside the police station, Jimmy looked around, took out a cigarette pack, and lit one up. As he smoked, he gazed up at the sky and sighed softly. There was really nothing he could do this time. He had driven 20 to 30 kilometers from the crime scene to this small village, with intersections in between. Even if Roland was heading this way, Jimmy had no idea where he could be now.
